November 27th 1986
Anna POV:
Watching Kurt look through old flannels that were owned by other people was hilarious. Some were too small for him and he hated it.
"Kurt." I said softly.
After aggressively looking through a rack of flannels, he looked up at me oddly. "What?" He spat out.
"Ya ok? Your going a little crazy. You should get help." I say widening my eyes at him.
He shrugged and rolled his eyes. "I'm fine."
I sighed and continued to pile up flannels and shirts with meaningless words on it, that I would figure out a way to pay for. "No you're not."
"Yeah I am. Just drop it ok?" He says looking at me like I stabbed him.
"Fine." I say.
I rolled my eyes and picked up my pile of clothes. I went over to the girls section of the consignment store and grimaced at all the pink and purple clothing.
I sorted through the racks in case some cool shit came up but nothing did. Nothing ever does in the girl sections.
I looked around the store and didn't find Kurt anywhere. I sighed and walked around to see if he was hiding or sitting on the ground.
Nowhere to be found! Where did he go?
I walked to the cash register and pulled out some cash. The lady rang everything up and told me my total.
"24.82." She says with such a fake smile sprawled on her face.
I hand her 30 dollars and return the fake smile back. "5.12" she says with the same smile.
"Thanks. Did you see a blonde guy walk out?" I asked her.
She looked up to the ceiling like she was thinking. "Yes. He paid for some clothes and a guitar and left. He looked pretty distraught." She explains.
Oh that's just great. "Thanks." I say smiling.
"No problem." She says and walks away as I walk out of the store.
Hmm. Where would he have gone? I mean I kinda pissed him off but did he have to overreact and leave like that? I guess so. I'm sorry I talk to myself a lot.
I put my backpack around my body and carried the two bags of clothes I bought. I searched around the consignment shop to see if Kurt was hiding anywhere but he wasn't.
I sighed and shook my head. Where did he go?
I pulled my hood over my head and start walking anywhere where I think Kurt ran off to.
There's a plethora of places he could go. Even in small Aberdeen, he could find a number of places to hide. The bridge, my house, the school, logging factory.
Hopeful long-shot that he's at Krist's house playing guitar and doing what he loves. Too bad there's no portable device I can contact him with.
I decide to just go home and see where Kurt ends up. It takes me a little while to walk home but it was the only option I had.
After I got home, I went upstairs and put my new clothes on my bed and noticed that it seemed that I was the only one home.
I went downstairs then down into the basement and saw that Kurt was not here. I sighed and went upstairs.
I brought out our huge, honking phone book and looked for "Novoselic".
I found a Mary Novoselic and realized that it must be his mom. I mean how many people in the little town of Aberdeen be called Novoselic.
